Yu the Great established the city of the tripod.
A magnificent city built in the sea, with the sound of blacksmithing and sparks flying from time to time. The heat waves can be felt from a distance, and celestial ships come and go constantly around it.
Zhong Quan said respectfully, "Master Dao, there is a celestial ferry crossing in Casting Cauldrons City that leads to the Great Crimson Heaven. It is also the place where the first Human Emperor cast the Nine Cauldrons, hence its fame."
Long ago, before heaven and earth were separated, the gods lived on the earth. Later, the connection between heaven and earth was severed, and Zhuding City was taken to Dayu Heaven. Zhong Quan continued, "The vast majority of divine weapons in the immortal realm come from Zhuding City. It has the largest auction house in the immortal realm and is considered one of the most bustling places in the immortal realm."
As the celestial ship approached Casting Cauldron City, a figure in white appeared nearby. Qin Luo recognized him as the sword-wielding Immortal King who had previously surrounded and killed Xiang Liu.
"I am Bai Hong, an elder of Taichu Mountain. Thanks to your reminder, fellow Daoist, I was fortunate enough to escape this calamity." Bai Hong bowed to Qin Luo with a respectful expression.
Qin Luo said softly, "It's nothing."
"May I ask your name, fellow Daoist?"
"Longhu Temple, Qin Luo."
"So it's Daoist Qin. I've heard the younger generation of Taichu Mountain mention you before." Bai Hong's eyes were filled with awe. Back then, the younger generation of Taichu Mountain went to the capital of the Great Xia Kingdom and witnessed that earth-shattering battle, and knew of Qin Luo's strength.
Bai Hong said respectfully, "Master Qin, please let me know if you need any help."
Qin Luo nodded and said softly, "Those who cultivate should accumulate good deeds and virtues, and not engage in fighting and killing."
"Master Qin is right."
Bai Hong lowered his head in shame.
The celestial ship headed towards the celestial ferry of Zhuding City. Bai Hong followed, and asked respectfully, "Daoist Qin, where are you going?"
Qin Luo calmly replied, "Sanshan Temple."
Bai Hong's eyes lit up, and he said with a smile, "Sanshan Temple is near our Taichu Mountain. I happen to be going back to Taichu Mountain as well. Daoist Qin, I can show you the way."
"Then I'll have to trouble you."
"It's on my way."
When they crossed the ferry, Bai Hong took out two immortal stones and handed them to the ferry manager. Immediately afterwards, a golden light connected heaven and earth, and the golden immortal ship disappeared from the ferry.
The Eighth Heaven of the Immortal Realm, the Great Crimson Heaven.
A crimson glow enveloped the heavens and the earth, and as far as the eye could see, the land was barren for thousands of miles. The spiritual energy here was very concentrated, but also very volatile, and could not be absorbed by ordinary living beings.
On the way to the Three Mountains Temple, Qin Luo said softly, "Why is the Great Crimson Heaven so desolate?"
Bai Hong explained, "Back then, the ancient water god and the ancient fire god fought for the position of the Heavenly Emperor. They were both severely injured. The ancient fire god perished near the Three Mountains Temple. His anger has not dissipated even after ten thousand years and continues to affect the Great Crimson Heaven."
No wonder.
Qin Luo nodded.
As they approached the Three Mountains Temple, Qin Luo saw three majestic mountains on the immortal ship. Bai Hong stretched out his hand and introduced them with a smile: "Daoist Qin, the one in front is Burial Sword Mountain, the one on the left is Hunyuan Mountain, the one on the right is Taichu Mountain, and the Taoist temple in the middle is the Three Mountains Temple."
Qin Luo recalled his grudges with Burial Sword Mountain. When Wang Chongming came to Longhu Temple, he mentioned that Burial Sword Mountain was preparing to descend to the mortal realm to cause trouble. He said coldly, "Let's go to Burial Sword Mountain first."
Zhong Quan steered the immortal ship toward Burial Sword Mountain, a divine mountain radiating violent sword intent. Broken swords littered both sides of the sacred path at the foot of the mountain. Bai Hong's heart tightened. He had heard the juniors of Taichu Mountain mention that Qin Luo had killed the Holy Son of Burial Sword Mountain in the Great Xia Sword Sect. He was somewhat worried. "Daoist Qin, have the juniors of Taichu Mountain ever provoked you?"
Qin Luo shook his head and said softly, "I did encounter a junior from Taichu Mountain near Jiangling City. He was arrogant and conceited, and was eventually killed by a fragment of the Heavenly Dao."
Bai Hong breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, and said earnestly, "Master Qin, if you want to deal with Burial Sword Mountain, I will go back to Taichu Mountain now to ask for reinforcements!"
"Need not."
Qin Luo shook his head slightly.
A golden immortal ship appeared before the gate of Burial Sword Mountain. The Dragon Lord's immortal ship carried supreme pressure, and as soon as it appeared, all the powerful figures in Burial Sword Mountain were on high alert.
A dark figure emerged from the void. The figure's appearance was obscured, and it was shrouded in black mist. "I am the lord of Burial Sword Mountain. What brings you here, fellow Daoist?"
Qin Luo stood at the bow of the immortal ship. A powerful figure from Burial Sword Mountain recognized Qin Luo and exclaimed, "Mountain Lord, it was he who killed our Holy Son and Third Elder!"
The dark figure said calmly, "They overestimated themselves and offended you, fellow Daoist. They deserve to die. I am willing to apologize to you, fellow Daoist. Please do not take it to heart."
Bai Hong's eyes widened. This was the lord of Burial Sword Mountain, a powerful Immortal Venerable, one of the few in the entire Immortal Realm, yet he was bowing his head to Qin Luo at his own doorstep.
Zhong Quan, who was standing to the side, was not surprised.
The entire Burial Sword Mountain was eerily quiet.
Qin Luo stared at the dark figure. "I've received word that you're planning to descend to the mortal realm and cause trouble."
The dark figure frowned slightly and said coldly, "If this is true, I will punish him severely."
Many powerful figures in Burial Sword Mountain felt a chill run down their spines.
The dark figure turned to look at Burial Sword Mountain, "Who is preparing to descend to the mortal realm and cause chaos? Step forward!"
The Immortal Venerable glared angrily, and a chill swept through Burial Sword Mountain. Soon, a group of senior experts stepped forward.
An old man knelt on the ground and said tremblingly, "Mountain Lord, I want to avenge the Holy Son!"
"snort!"
A cold snort rang out.
Immediately afterwards, the group of senior experts coughed up blood. The mountain lord of Burial Sword Mountain directly crippled everyone's cultivation. "If you confess voluntarily, I will spare your lives. If I find out that anyone still harbors ill intentions, you will bear the consequences."
The dark figure turned to look at Qin Luo, "Fellow Daoist, are you satisfied with this outcome?"
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